SET LIST
– Way-Too-High Bill Walton
– The longest fucking New Speedway Boogie you’ve ever been a party to.
– Jack Straw, who is from Wichita but didn’t let them stop him.
Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
Tag: nye
Maybe it was just the ossification of habit, but Brent was always stage left. Keith was left, right, sometimes in the middle, once he was by the merch table.
OR
“Don’t you do it, Weir.”
“What?”
“Step on a balloon.”
“You saw my leg?”
“I saw your leg, man.”
…
“Hey, Jer.”
“Ah, shit.”
“Y’know, it’s New Year’s Eve.”
“Every fuckin’ year.”
“That means, uh, that this is the anniversary of our friendship.”
“Great, man. Play the song.”
“I got you a little something.”
“You really shouldn’t have.”
“Here ya go, Jer.”
“You went to Jared.”
“I did, yeah.”
“Is this a tennis bracelet?”
“Better. Anklet.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
OR
Later that evening, Mrs. Donna Jean (already in her ceremonial gown) would be thrown into the volcano to appease Gbaja-biamila, the god of backup singing.
The crowd thought Billy’s ascent into the rigging was a special New Year’s treat, but Garcia and Bobby knew the sadder, more prosaic truth. Billy felt happy up there, and everyones’ dicks preferred him up there. Additional insurance had to be taken out, but it was worth it for the moments of peace.
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